Harry Potter: The Magnus Riddle story

Magnus Awakens

February 1, 1989.

Deep within Hogwarts, where Isidora's Repository had long lain silent, something extraordinary was happening. For decades, the place had lain dormant, a secret buried beneath layers of ancient magic and forgotten history. But now, the repository trembled as if awakening from a deep slumber.

In the center of the chamber, where Isidora's glowing magic had always emanated a steady, almost comforting light, something began to change. The distorted light twisted, taking shape, losing its lifeless glow and transforming into something more… human.

And then, Magnus Riddle opened his eyes.

After nearly a century in a state of suspension, Magnus felt his body crack as if made of stone, each movement filled with pain and effort. He was weak, disoriented, and his vision blurred. Yet he knew he had to get out of here. Staggering, Magnus took a few steps away from the repository, but his body couldn't take it. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, as everything around him went dark again. In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore was calmly reviewing the list of students for the new school year. The tranquility was broken by a slight tremor that ran through the castle, so subtle that it could easily be ignored. But Dumbledore didn't ignore it. His experience and intuition warned him that this was not a simple natural event. "Something happened..." he murmured, getting up from his chair. The portraits of the former headmasters began to shake. Phineas Nigellus Black, with his always haughty expression, was the first to speak: "Dumbledore, go to the repository now. This tremor... it can only mean one thing." Niamh Fitzgerald, another headmistress, famous for her knowledge of complex magic, added: "Magnus Riddle has awakened. He will need help, Albus." There is no time to waste.

Dumbledore's eyes widened for a brief moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Magnus Riddle, a name he knew well. The legend, the sacrifice, and now, the return. Without hesitation, he grabbed his wand and hurried into the bowels of the castle.

As he ran through the stone corridors, the shaking ceased, but the air still felt charged with an ancient, pulsing energy. The corridors beneath Hogwarts, dark and labyrinthine, led Dumbledore to the repository. When he arrived, he found the chamber plunged into silence, but the floor around the entrance was marked by signs of movement.

"Magnus..." he murmured, looking around.

Following the faint tracks, Dumbledore found Magnus unconscious a few feet from the repository. He looked exhausted, almost consumed by the magic that had kept him trapped for so long.

With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore conjured a magical stretcher and carefully laid Magnus upon it.

"Welcome back, Magnus," he said, his voice a mixture of respect and concern. "We will get you to safety."

As he hurried back to the upper floors of Hogwarts, Dumbledore could not help but wonder what this return would mean for the wizarding world. Magnus Riddle had awakened, and the world would undoubtedly never be the same again.

Dumbledore floated Magnus's unconscious body through the ancient, secret passages that connected the depths of Hogwarts to the surface. His eyes were fixed on Magnus's pale, limp form, while his thoughts wandered through a whirlwind of memories and questions. There was no denying how much Magnus Riddle resembled James Potter. The same facial features, the unruly hair, though darker, and that unmistakable aura that seemed to combine determination and charisma. Yet there was something else about Magnus—perhaps it was the Slytherin robes, or the gravity that seemed to emanate from him even in his weakened state. Dumbledore reached the hospital wing and carefully laid Magnus down on one of the beds. He adjusted the sheets over the young man and studied for a moment the calm but marked expression that rested on his face.

"Magnus Riddle," he murmured softly, with a mixture of reverence and concern. Wasting no time, Dumbledore turned and hurried off to his office. An emergency meeting of the professors was needed. Magnus's return was an event of immeasurable importance, something that could shake not only Hogwarts, but the entire wizarding world. In the Headmaster's Office Dumbledore, now standing at his desk, looked at the parchment on which he had written the names of the professors. Tapping it lightly with his wand, the words disappeared, and a golden glow ran across the parchment, sending magical invitations to the recipients. Minutes later, the teachers began to arrive. Minerva McGonagall was the first to enter, her posture rigid and her expression one of curiosity mixed with concern.

Right behind her There came Pomona Sprout, followed by Filius Flitwick and Severus Snape, who wore his usual disdainful expression, though his eyes revealed a flicker of curiosity. Lastly, Poppy Pomfrey, the matron of the hospital wing, hurried in, clearly anxious to know the reason for the summons. Dumbledore held up a hand to quell the questions that had begun to arise as soon as everyone was seated.

"Colleagues," he began, his deep voice filling the room. "Something extraordinary has happened today. A tremor has been felt in the castle, and the origin has been in the Repository."

Snape's eyes narrowed immediately, while McGonagall gasped softly. "The Repository?" she asked. "Albus, does that mean…"

Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Yes. Magnus Riddle has awakened." The impact of his words was evident. Flitwick let out a surprised murmur, and Pomona clapped her hand over her mouth. Snape, though he tried to maintain his usual composure, could not hide the slight surprise in his eyes.

"He is in the hospital wing now," Dumbledore continued. "Weak, disoriented, but alive. And with that, there are matters we must address immediately." McGonagall was the first to speak.

"Albus, what does this mean for Hogwarts? For the wizarding world? Magnus Riddle is a legend… and a mystery." Dumbledore inclined his head thoughtfully.

"It means that times of change lie ahead. Magnus is a figure of power and sacrifice, but he is also someone who will carry the weight of his history. We will need patience and wisdom to guide him." Poppy Pomfrey stood abruptly.

"I want to see him. I need to make sure he is stable." Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"He is resting, Poppy, but you are welcome to check on him." Snape, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

— And what of the outside world? When they learn that Magnus Riddle has returned, there will be questions. Many questions.

"And we will have time to answer them, Severus," Dumbledore replied calmly. "But for now, our priority is Magnus and ensuring that he recovers."

The meeting continued for a few more minutes, with Dumbledore delegating responsibilities and instructions. Each teacher left with a thoughtful expression, aware that they were witnessing the beginning of something extraordinary.

Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing

Magnus was still fast asleep, but in his unconscious state, his face reflected fragments of emotion—lost memories or old dreams, perhaps. Poppy Pomfrey entered silently and began to examine him, her professional gaze softened by the reverence of standing before a legendary figure.

"You have been gone for so long," she murmured, as she adjusted a potion next to the bed. "And now, here you are again."

The castle seemed enveloped in a tense calm, as if Hogwarts itself was waiting to see what Magnus's return would bring.

The teachers quickly arrived at the hospital wing, their expressions wavering between concern and curiosity. As soon as they walked through the door, their eyes were immediately drawn to the figure of Magnus Riddle, lying in bed.

Magnus was still unconscious, his facial features relaxed in a state of tranquility that contrasted with the magnitude of his story. However, what caught everyone's attention—especially McGonagall and Severus Snape's—was the striking resemblance between Magnus and James Potter.

Severus Snape froze for a moment as he entered the room. His eyes narrowed, studying Magnus with an almost uncomfortable intensity. For a brief moment, his heart leapt, thinking that James Potter had returned from the dead, but his logical mind soon dismissed that absurd idea.

"But the Slytherin robes... how ironic," Snape thought, with a mixture of relief and discomfort. Still, it was impossible to ignore how unnerving the resemblance between Magnus and the man he had once hated so much was. McGonagall, on the other hand, stood in the doorway, one hand on her chest, as if she had to contain her own surprise. "It's remarkable," she muttered softly. "He's the spitting image of James." The other teachers cast curious glances, trying to understand what McGonagall meant. Pomona Sprout moved a little closer, frowning as she studied Magnus. "But it's strange, isn't it?" she commented. "The resemblance to James Potter… and yet those Slytherin robes." Snape finally broke the silence, his voice cold and slightly sharp. "There's nothing strange about it, Sprout. Magnus Riddle is a Riddle, after all. Let's not forget that he's related to Voldemort." Snape's comment made the air in the room seem heavier. Even the teachers who were not accustomed to fearing Voldemort's name felt a chill. Dumbledore, who had remained silent by the door until now, intervened, his voice firm and reassuring.

"He is more than a Riddle, Severus. Magnus is an individual who has shaped his own life." history, a young man who sacrificed everything to protect the wizarding world. We cannot allow prejudice or associations to tarnish what he represents." Snape looked away, uncomfortable with Dumbledore's words, but he did not argue. McGonagall moved a little closer, watching Magnus with eyes full of compassion and curiosity. "Albus, he seems so… young. How could someone so young carry such a great burden?" Dumbledore looked at Magnus, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of sadness and respect. "He may seem young, Minerva, but Magnus Riddle lived a life of sacrifice and difficult choices. He is an example that greatness lies not in power alone, but in the heart that wields it." As the teachers continued to discuss the situation, Magnus remained still, his breathing steady, but his face sometimes contorted slightly, as if he were reliving memories or facing nightmares in his unconscious state. Pomona Sprout broke the silence again. "And what will we do when he wakes?" You will certainly have questions... Dumbledore replied calmly, though his voice held a hint of concern. "We will give him as much time as he needs. Magnus will face the world when he is ready. Until then, we must be prepared to help him understand what has happened since his absence." The professors nodded, though each had their own thoughts on what Magnus's return meant for Hogwarts and the wizarding world. Meanwhile, in the back of the hospital wing, Niamh Fitzgerald's portrait, which had been moved to a nearby wall, watched with watchful eyes. "He has returned..." she murmured, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Now the world will need to prepare for what is to come." Severus Snape's POV Severus was distraught. It was rare for anything to shake his controlled composure, but seeing Magnus Riddle there, unconscious in the hospital wing, was something he could not ignore. During his years as a student at Hogwarts, the name Magnus Riddle was more than a legend—it was a symbol. Magnus was the embodiment of what a true Slytherin should be: powerful, ambitious, strategic, but also honorable in a peculiar way. He was the kind of figure who inspired admiration even in the most bitter rivals. In those days, hearing Magnus's name was like hearing about a myth, an almost divine figure in the history of Slytherin. And now, face to face with him, Snape saw none of that. What he saw was something that deeply bothered him: the face of James Potter. It was ironic, almost cruel. Magnus, dressed in the green and silver robes of Slytherin, bore the face of the man Severus had hated all his life. That resemblance was like an open wound, reminding him of all the humiliations, all the insults, and all the painful memories that James Potter represented. Severus felt a lump in his throat as he watched Magnus. It wasn't just the physical resemblance that bothered him. There was something else, something he had never fully understood until that moment. During his years at Hogwarts, he remembered how the name Magnus Riddle had seemed to make James uncomfortable. James Potter had always been arrogant, confident, always ready to meet any challenge with a teasing smile. But every time the name Magnus Riddle was mentioned, especially by teachers or by the portraits of former headmasters, James would tense up. It was as if Magnus's name was taboo to him, something that made him vulnerable. At the time, Severus had interpreted this as a manifestation of James's prejudice against Slytherin. After all, James believed that no Slytherin could be honest or worthy of respect. But now, looking at Magnus, Severus was beginning to think there was more to the story. "Maybe James's discomfort wasn't just prejudice," Severus thought. "Maybe it was something personal… something to do with the Potter family itself." The idea disturbed him. What did Magnus represent to James? And why had no one ever explained why the name Magnus Riddle seemed to be some kind of buried secret in the Potter family history?

Severus sighed deeply, crossing his arms as he stood near the door. He didn't know what to feel. Magnus was a paradox in himself: a Riddle, but honorable; a Slytherin, but respected; a familiar face, but strange.

Dumbledore, as always, seemed to know more than he was letting on. The headmaster was talking to McGonagall and the other teachers, but Snape was barely paying attention. His mind was filled with questions he knew no one would answer directly.

"If he wakes," Snape thought, "what secrets will he bring to light? And what does that mean for the Slytherin legacy... and for me?"

Severus gave Magnus one last look before silently leaving the hospital wing. He knew that this would not be the last time they would come face to face. with the legendary Magnus Riddle. But for the first time in years, Snape didn't know what to expect—and it bothered him more than he was willing to admit.